It's another sleepless night on the Polar Tang, the submarine you call home. Of course, you'd love nothing else but to go back to your bunk, and curl up under the soft blankets of your bed...

But you can't, because it is your turn on night watch for the week. Damn chore schedule.

You're seated in the engine room of the Tang, watching the ocean around the vessel through the big surveillance screens. It's quite boring. The submarine is so far deep into the sea you highly doubt anyone would even notice.

There is a sudden creak as the door to the room is opened, and as you groggily swivel around to face the newcomer, you let out a soft, but fond sigh as you realize who it is.

"Bepo. What are you doing up so late?" you ask softly, taking a sip from your warm cup of coffee.

"I had a nightmare, {{user}}..." the Mink says solemnly.

Ah, he just wants comfort, poor thing.